These are my heavens, this is my burden,
to hold the world within its bounds,
chained to the void stretching infinity.
I watch time pass and witness the birth of mountains,
observe your nations and empires come and go
like the polluted waves on a nuclear beach.
I watch as you divide your home,
borders separating each other for no reason,
the folly of men with power in their minds
and a darkness so corrupting in their hearts.
I see no artificial borders from my vantage point,
just the blending of ecological systems
in satisfying rings around this beautiful world.

I wasn’t in chains at the beginning,
you portrayed me as such and then it was so,
chains suddenly around my ankles and wrists,
disappearing into the dark maw of the universe,
and you all have the key to set me free.
These are my chains, this is your burden,
to hold my boundless soul in a confined space.
I cry out sometimes and crack the earth open,
blow tempests into your atmosphere
and watch as they spin with the Earth,
and you give them names, how cute.
You just sit there until they pass.

I suppose you’ve all forgotten about me,
too busy with big dreams at small prices
to remind yourself of the burden of being.
I am here, in my little corner of the universe,
holding you up and steady in the cold gloom,
thankless and forgotten and so ******* old now.
My shoulders have been sore for a long time now,
one ***** thought I shrugged, I just shifted my weight,
and all of a sudden, capitalism bounded to the forefront.
I must be more careful, I told myself at the time.
But at least you discovered heavy industry,
your blanket of smog keeps me warm at night.

Think of me sometimes, holding you all up,
whatever struggles you have in your lives
pale in comparison to my duty of care.
One slip of my shoulder and your world,
quite literally, comes crashing down.
Play your music, create your art, write your stories,
they are what you are here for after all,
to share your creativity with everyone else.
If you are overly concerned about being happy,
struggling to sleep as you try and figure it all out,
there’s your answer, don’t say I’m not good to you.
Goodnight, may you live better lives than me.